We were supposed to go to a Chinese New Year Open House for dinner.
But someone got his dates mixed-up.
And so my two girls and I got to be his Valentine dates instead.
The place - an Arabian joint, The Tarbush.
It looks like something out of Morocco.
The music was loud, with a definite belly-dance beat - pah-papah; pah-papah.
There was no performance but my shoulders got going a little bit.
The food was excellent - lamb kebabs, shami kebabs, mousaka, hummus, laban, tabouleh, lebanese bread, arabian coffee, arabian mint tea, briyani.
The girls monkeying around while waiting for someone at the conveniences.
Going off before the big rush at the exits.
Not a bad dinner after all.
Dates mixed-up, but right dates in the end.